英美著名儿童诗一百首 [44]
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!
Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!
I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.
And there will I keep you for ever
Yes, for ever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!
■ 七十六 孩子们的时刻
亨利·瓦兹华斯·朗费罗
在日光和黑暗交替之间，
夜幕开始降落，
一天的工作暂时停止，
这是孩子的时刻。
我听见楼上房间里响着
嗒嗒的小小脚步声，
咿呀一声门儿打开，
一阵甜嫩的嗓音。
我从书房里借灯光见她们
沿大厅楼梯往下走——
阿丽丝沉静，阿蕾格拉笑着，
艾获丝金发满头。
窃窃耳语，然后静悄悄：
从她们笑眼里我知道
她们在秘密策划着怎样
抓住我，让我吓一跳。
楼梯口发出突然袭击，
大厅里开始强攻！
她们从三扇不设防的大门
进入我城堡的墙中！
爬上我椅子的靠背和扶手，
直登上我的楼台，
我想要逃走，被她们包围，
她们无处不在。
她们用亲吻几乎吞了我，
用胳臂把我缠绕，
我想起莱茵河上鼠塔里
那位宾根主教！
蓝眼睛强盗呵，你们真以为
自己爬过了墙头，
像我这样的胡子老人
就不是你们的对手！
我很快把你们锁进堡垒，
决不让你们离去，
更要把你们打入监牢——
在我的心灵深处。
我将在那里把你们守住，
永远守住，永远，
直到城堡坍塌成废墟，
化作灰尘一片！
屠 岸译
■ 77 BABY SONG
Alf red Tennyson
What does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day
Let me fly, says little birdie,
Mother, let me fly away.
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger.
So she rests a little longer,
Then she flies away.
What does little baby say
In her bed at peep of day
Baby says, like little birdie,
Let me rise and fly away.
Baby, sleep a little longer,
Till the little limbs are stronger.
If she sleeps a little longer,
Baby too shall fly away.
■ 七十七 婴儿歌
阿尔弗雷德·丁尼生
在窝里，在黎明时刻，
小鸟儿说些什么？
我要飞，小鸟这样讲，
妈妈呀，我要飞翔。
小鸟啊，你稍等片时，
等翅膀长得更结实。
她就稍稍等待，
然后飞出巢外。
在床上，在黎明时刻，
小宝宝说些什么？
像小鸟，宝宝说道，
我要起来，要飞跑。
宝宝啊，你再睡片时，
等手脚长得更结实。
只要她稍睡一晌，
宝宝就飞奔出房。
屠 岸译
■ 78 THE SANDS OF DEE
Char les Kingsley①
"O Mary, go and call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home
Across the sands of Dee"
The western wind was wild and dank with foam,
And all alone went she.
The western tide crept up along the sand,
And o' er and o' er the sand,
And round and round the sand,
As far as eye could see.
The rolling mist came down and hid the land:
And never home came she.
"Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair—
A tress of golden hair,
A drowned maiden's hair
Above the nets at sea
Was never salmon yet that shone so fair
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!
Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!
I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.
And there will I keep you for ever
Yes, for ever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!
■ 七十六 孩子们的时刻
亨利·瓦兹华斯·朗费罗
在日光和黑暗交替之间，
夜幕开始降落，
一天的工作暂时停止，
这是孩子的时刻。
我听见楼上房间里响着
嗒嗒的小小脚步声，
咿呀一声门儿打开，
一阵甜嫩的嗓音。
我从书房里借灯光见她们
沿大厅楼梯往下走——
阿丽丝沉静，阿蕾格拉笑着，
艾获丝金发满头。
窃窃耳语，然后静悄悄：
从她们笑眼里我知道
她们在秘密策划着怎样
抓住我，让我吓一跳。
楼梯口发出突然袭击，
大厅里开始强攻！
她们从三扇不设防的大门
进入我城堡的墙中！
爬上我椅子的靠背和扶手，
直登上我的楼台，
我想要逃走，被她们包围，
她们无处不在。
她们用亲吻几乎吞了我，
用胳臂把我缠绕，
我想起莱茵河上鼠塔里
那位宾根主教！
蓝眼睛强盗呵，你们真以为
自己爬过了墙头，
像我这样的胡子老人
就不是你们的对手！
我很快把你们锁进堡垒，
决不让你们离去，
更要把你们打入监牢——
在我的心灵深处。
我将在那里把你们守住，
永远守住，永远，
直到城堡坍塌成废墟，
化作灰尘一片！
屠 岸译
■ 77 BABY SONG
Alf red Tennyson
What does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day
Let me fly, says little birdie,
Mother, let me fly away.
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger.
So she rests a little longer,
Then she flies away.
What does little baby say
In her bed at peep of day
Baby says, like little birdie,
Let me rise and fly away.
Baby, sleep a little longer,
Till the little limbs are stronger.
If she sleeps a little longer,
Baby too shall fly away.
■ 七十七 婴儿歌
阿尔弗雷德·丁尼生
在窝里，在黎明时刻，
小鸟儿说些什么？
我要飞，小鸟这样讲，
妈妈呀，我要飞翔。
小鸟啊，你稍等片时，
等翅膀长得更结实。
她就稍稍等待，
然后飞出巢外。
在床上，在黎明时刻，
小宝宝说些什么？
像小鸟，宝宝说道，
我要起来，要飞跑。
宝宝啊，你再睡片时，
等手脚长得更结实。
只要她稍睡一晌，
宝宝就飞奔出房。
屠 岸译
■ 78 THE SANDS OF DEE
Char les Kingsley①
"O Mary, go and call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home
Across the sands of Dee"
The western wind was wild and dank with foam,
And all alone went she.
The western tide crept up along the sand,
And o' er and o' er the sand,
And round and round the sand,
As far as eye could see.
The rolling mist came down and hid the land:
And never home came she.
"Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair—
A tress of golden hair,
A drowned maiden's hair
Above the nets at sea
Was never salmon yet that shone so fair